В моей душе осадок зла [V moei dushe osadok zla] [English translation]

There is a sediment of evil

And ash left from past happiness in my soul

There is sadness left from past joy

And only my mind can stretch

The tearing thread of hope to the horizon

And try to change, at least something

Pointless arguments, fog of words

Palaces and huts, light and darkness...

The only consolation is

To hold your own till death

To cast the old clutter out of your soul

And drive the old fear out of sight

To step out of darkness into the light

Like for the first time

Re-tie the torn thread of hope together

To say to yourself for the hundredth time

That you can change something

A game may not be worth the candle

But believe again that you can win

And he who prevails in the end

Will be the one

Who lit the fire of kindness

There is a sediment of evil

And ash left from past happiness in my soul

There is sadness left from past joy

And only my mind can stretch

The tearing thread of hope to the horizon

Take, perhaps, the risk again

That someday at least something will change

There is a sediment of evil

And ash left from past happiness in my soul

There is sadness left from past joy

And only my mind can stretch

The tearing thread of hope to the horizon

And try to change, at least something